What a fucking waste of an outfit
I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
my tits taste like a pina colada. how often do you get to say that?
The amount I want to die right now is not proportionate to the level of fun I had last night. Not fair.
Besides. I seriously had a dream that George W Bush came over and slapped some tabs down on my kitchen counter and said "let's get juiced.". It was a sign to not get too fucked up
do you know how much drugs we can buy now that you got that raise at work
Just smokin in the creek with some deer, they like the smoke, I know.
You said you couldn't look at me because you would have to take off your sunglasses but you can't because they're the "guides to your eyes".
We could have a classy candlelight sonic dinner with fireball cocktails if you leave now. Twat tickler centerpieces.
Yeah yeah I know I have to bring your dog back.
I'm sobbing to NWA
Like I didn't gracefully walk into these feelings. No, I fucking stumbled and fell face fucking first.
I woke up with a shot glass nestled between my boobs like a baby bird.
Maybe those shots of hot dog water wasn’t a good idea after killing a fifth of tequila.. but who’s askin
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
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